I’ve had a quiet day today. I didn’t feel particularly well when I woke up, after a disturbed night, but hey, as husband and I are wont to say to each other upon waking, “We’re still here!”
And so I’ve taken things quietly today. Husband went to younger son’s to complete some work he has been doing – making new cupboard doors (12 of them) in their main bedroom, and they do look very smart and have saved son and his partner a small fortune. Besides, husband enjoys making things, so it’s a win-win situation.
Before he went to our son’s house husband made us breakfast (porridge) which I had in bed and he also went to the local shop for the paper. I got up, showered, dressed, and then did the minimum amount of housekeeping to keep the house looking tidy: made the bed, cleaned the basin and loo and put out clean towels, filled the dishwasher with the breakfast and early morning coffee things, put the washing machine on and changed the flower water in all the vases, and as the scarlet gladioli were removed yesterday replaced them in the bay window in the sitting room with some of the flowers from our anniversary bouquet. By changing flower water regularly (each day if possible) you really do extend the lives of cut flowers.
I decided to have some leek and potato soup (which I had had in the freezer) for lunch, with some of the spelt bread we bought yesterday, and some grapes and soft figs to follow.
I don’t know why the soup is now a pale orange, as there’s nothing ‘orange’ in it, it looks more like carrot & coriander, doesn’t it? But I assure you it’s leek & potato! Anyway, it tasted good, which is all that matters.
During the afternoon I simply sat on the sofa (the one that hasn’t had its seat cushions taken to the upholsterer!) and read Alan Titchmarsh’s book, The Haunting. Here it is on top of one of the new woollen throws (which is really soft, warm and cosy.)
I’ve not actually reviewed any books on my blog and I’m not going to review Alan’s book here, but just say how much I’m enjoying it. Indeed, I’ve read several of his books now and have enjoyed each and every one of them, and have three more on order. This novel has a dual narrative: part is set in the 1810s and part in the 2010s in a small (fictional) village close to Winchester in Hampshire. Why should I be so surprised that Alan can write so well? I really don’t know, but he can. I have always considered him mainly a gardener, indeed a highly acclaimed and experienced gardener and, when younger, a bit of a cheeky chappie, a Yorkshireman through and through, but in his novels he demonstrates his love of language, and his powers of description have been a very pleasant surprise. There are passages which, if I didn’t know Alan had written them, I’d have thought they might’ve come from, say, Joanna Trollope. They are gentle reads – yes, people in them have problems; we all have problems at some points in our lives and the books reflect this – but they are not harsh. They are lovely stories, well told.
Before I settled to read, I made a pot of tea and put out a plate of small macarons.
I bought these a few weeks ago in Lidl. I just hope they still have some in their freezer on my next visit!
Also, before I settled to read I decided to pop a chicken in the oven to roast, so that we can have this for supper with some mashed potatoes and gravy. Neither of us feels like having much to eat – I hope we’re not sickening for something! – so it will be a very easy, but nourishing meal, this evening.
And thus I have enjoyed a quiet day. We all need one of those occasionally.
Until next time.